278: Chapter 278 Sky-Piercing Barrier

The Primordial Demon Mountain, where Myriad Demon Palace was perched—this holy mountain of the Yao Race that had stood for tens of thousands of years—actually shook violently at the sound of this sword chime. Boulders from the mountaintop tumbled down like hailstones, ancient trees in the valley snapped in two at the sound, and even the bottomless Demon Pool stirred up monstrous waves. The black surges pounded against the cliff walls, emitting a deafening roar!

The grand protective Formation that had shrouded Myriad Demon Palace for tens of thousands of years, standing unmoved through countless wars between immortals and demons—the "Qingtian Barrier of the Myriad Demons"—this supreme Formation, claimed to be capable of withstanding a strike from a True Immortal, now sounded like a glass lamp struck by a giant hammer, emitting a teeth-grinding "crack" sound!

Above the light screen, countless complex demonic patterns flickered frantically, like fireflies struggling in their death throes, before shattering inch by inch, turning into spots of light dancing across the sky and dissipating into the Void Realm!

"Who goes there?!"

"Enemy attack! The protective Formation is broken!"

"What terrifying Sword Intent... This Sword Intent... who on earth released it?!"

Roars mixed with shock and rage erupted from all corners of Myriad Demon Palace.

Alarm bells rang long and loud, their sound shaking the surroundings. Countless Yao Race experts clad in black armor soared into the sky. Gazing at the Sword Intent that tore through the heavens, their faces were filled with shock and terror—some with weaker cultivation were even directly struck down from high altitude by that Sword Intent, vomiting blood, their life force fading.

In the center of the blood-colored Formation, the ecstasy on Saint Son Yao Wuyue's face instantly froze, turning into incredulous shock.

A trace of imperceptible terror was spreading frantically up his spine, making his whole body icy cold, even his fingertips trembling slightly.

The five Mahayana Elders, including Yaoxie, shook violently; the Demonic Qi maintaining the Formation faltered, and a wisp of pitch-black blood spilled from the corners of all their mouths.

They looked up in disbelief at the heavens torn apart by the Sword Intent, their eyes filled with terror—as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

The sky surrounding the periphery of Myriad Demon Palace had already been illuminated by endless light!

This was not the faint light of the sun, moon, and stars, but a verdant divine light containing endless vitality, as if it could nourish all things and derive all worlds.

A phantom of a giant tree, whose grandeur and mystery were beyond description, suddenly manifested above the Nine Heavens, standing tall between heaven and earth!

Its roots were deeply embedded in the endless Void Realm, absorbing the power of the Chaos Origin; with every breath, Chaos Qi transformed into pure Spiritual Qi.

Its branches propped up the entire Universe, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars. The branches were covered in ancient Dao patterns, circulating the mystery of creation.

With every sway of its leaves, visions of the birth and death of suns, moons, and stars, the evolution of mountains and rivers, and the Reincarnation of plants, insects, and fish appeared—as if it were performing the birth and death Reincarnation of a Universe!

This was the World Tree Manifestation!

It was Chu Changsheng's life-bound Manifestation!

Beneath the phantom of this sky-supporting tree, a verdant golden figure was stepping through the air.

His pace was not fast, yet it seemed as if he were stepping on the veins of time. With every step, ripples spread through the Void Realm beneath his feet—within the ripples lay the mysterious rhythm of the Dao's operation.

He held no weapon in his hand, yet the Sword Intent swirling around him was enough to make ten thousand swords submit and cause the heavens to tremble!

This Sword Intent was too terrifying, even triggering the resonance of Saint weapons.

Behind him, the phantom of the nine heavens dragon roar sword flickered in and out of existence. On the sword body, nine ancient Dragon patterns roamed restlessly; every flicker was accompanied by a dragon roar that shook the Universe—causing the Yao Race beings of Myriad Demon Palace to feel their Bloodline stiffen, unable to move, and even making breathing difficult!

An Emperor weapon! This was Chu Changsheng's Emperor weapon, the nine heavens dragon roar sword!

The figure's face was shrouded in hazy Dao charm and sword light, making it unclear.

Only a pair of eyes, calmly piercing through layers of space and the broken protective Formation, landed on the blood-colored altar—landing on the dying Chu Zhanxiao.

At first glance, this gaze was calm and waveless, like a cold pool that had not melted for ten thousand ages, without a single ripple.

But in the next instant, boundless rage and cold killing intent, like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years, erupted!

This was rage and killing intent, compressed and condensed to the extreme, turning into two tangible beams of light that pierced through the Void Realm—landing straight onto Saint Son Yao Wuyue and the five Mahayana Elders!

"Myriad! Demon! Palace!"

The three words were calm and waveless, yet like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, they exploded deep within the Divine Soul of every being in Myriad Demon Palace!

It shook them until blood flowed from their seven orifices, their Divine Souls trembling violently, and those with weaker cultivation even passed out directly!

"Daring to touch my, Chu Changsheng's, Disciple..."

Before the voice finished, the World Tree Manifestation manifested in the sky suddenly shook.

A thick branch spanning the heavens gave a gentle flick!

"I see you have lived enough!"

Swish—! An indescribable wave of Laws swept down like a tsunami!

Within a hundred miles of the periphery of Myriad Demon Palace, all the mountains and earth that had been stained by Demonic Qi and solidified by the Formation were instantly "revitalized" by this flick!

Jagged rocks turned to powder inch by inch, then reborn in the divine light as towering ancient trees with lush branches and leaves.

The filthy Demonic Qi was cleansed away, replaced by extremely pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, so dense it almost turned into liquid.

Even those low-level Yao cultivators who had hastily soared into the sky to attempt an interception were horrified to discover that the Demonic Qi within their bodies instantly stagnated, their Meridians seemingly frozen—their whole bodies were repelled by an invisible force, falling heavily from high altitude, crashing to the ground, unable to move!

And Chu Changsheng himself merely raised his right hand slowly, joining his fingers like a sword, and pointed gently—towards the direction of that blood-colored altar.

"Hum—!!!"

The phantom of the nine heavens dragon roar sword suddenly erupted with ten thousand zhang of golden light!

A verdant golden sword light, condensed to the extreme, suddenly tore through the long sky!

Within the sword light, it seemed to contain the brilliance of endless galaxies, and carried the sharpness of creation, ignoring spatial distance, ignoring the obstruction of the Formation—with the might to destroy the world, it slashed straight down towards Saint Son Yao Wuyue, Yaoxie, and that blood-colored Formation that was stripping everything from Chu Zhanxiao!

Before the sword light arrived, that terrifying Sword Intent, which froze ten thousand ages, severed Karma, and destroyed all Laws, had already swept across the entire altar.

Saint Son Yao Wuyue felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his blood seeming to solidify, his pupils suddenly contracting—he couldn't even form the thought of running away.

The five Mahayana Elders were even more so, their Divine Souls on the verge of splitting, the Demonic Qi maintaining the Formation instantly dissipating. Their eyes were filled with despair—they could only watch helplessly as that sword light, carrying majestic heavenly might, slashed towards them!

"Where did this trash come from, daring to run wild in my Myriad Demon Palace!"

A thunderous roar, like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, exploded over Myriad Demon Palace, shaking the clouds to surge like angry waves, and the gale winds to reverse like sharp blades—even the blood-colored Formation patterns on the altar below trembled violently.

Before the voice finished, the space-time of the entire Myriad Demon Palace suddenly boiled. Countless incomparably tyrannical auras soared into the sky, and pressure like an abyss or a prison swept across the surroundings.

These were auras that were ancient, vicious, and majestic to the extreme, as if Vicious Beasts that had been dormant for ten thousand years had all opened their bloodthirsty eyes—about to turn this world upside down!

"Hum—!"

A harsh buzzing sound tore through the long sky. The Void Realm distorted and wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye, cracking inch by inch, as if time had been forcibly severed—creating countless fine cracks like a spider web.

Seven figures, wrapped in the might to destroy the world, appeared out of thin air around Chu Changsheng, almost simultaneously—surrounding him tightly.

These seven people, some standing in the Void Realm, some stepping on the earth, some hidden in the shadows, had completely different auras, but without exception, they all emitted a terrifying pressure that surpassed the Mahayana Realm—this was the Undergoing Tribulation stage!

This was the true foundation that Myriad Demon Palace had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years, the seven Grand Elders who sat in the Sect and intimidated the Demon Territory!

On the east side, an old man with hair red as fire, every strand seemingly burning with undying blood flames, stood proudly clad in blood-colored bone armor.

His bone armor was covered in dense, hideous demonic patterns, every line flowing with bloody Evil Qi, with the faint wailing of countless resentful spirits emanating from them.

The old man's eyes were two burning blood suns; wherever the crimson light reached, even the Void Realm hissed, melting and distorting—the surrounding air was scorched, twisted, and deformed, emitting suffocating heat.

It was Supreme Elder Xuefen, who had previously intercepted that verdant golden sword light. At this moment, the high temperature around his body was enough to burn mountains to ashes and evaporate rivers and seas into ruins.

On the west side, a black robe fluttered, shrouding a thin, withered figure, whose face was hidden in the shadows, making it unclear.

His aura was faint, as if he had merged with the surrounding shadows, yet it revealed a bone-eroding chill—making one's bone marrow feel cold.